Suit me, not

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so crazy about that place
Even your emotions had an echo in so much space

I woke up feeling invisible. I wasn’t here. Yet here I am. I check in the mirror and I scream. There, staring back at me is, me! But why did I look so sad? I’m feeling happy. My heart is dancing with joy. But I can’t move my legs. I step into the shower and hope that the water will wash away the sadness away and leave instead in its place my happy inside.

And when you're out there - without care
Yeah I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Bliss, I’m out. This is me. Happy. Happy to death. I’m walking on the road. Everyone’s hooting. Everyone’s staring. I wave. No one waves back. I heard this is a friendly society but no one seems friendly today. I try a different tactic. I raise a finger. The finger that signals that what you think is bothering no one but you. No one notices the finger. Everyone is busy looking elsewhere.

Does that make me Crazy?
Does that make me Crazy?
Does that make me Crazy?
Possibly

Everyone thinks I am because I don’t have my sadness on. Sadness bought from a stall in Nairobi. Sadness my girlfriend said makes her happy. I’m not happy. My happiness stands in the closet. More of my happiness is soaked in a basin. My best piece of happiness fell victim to the sharpest pair of scissors in the unforgiving fingers of she that I thought cared.

And I hope that you are havin' the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice

My moment of happiness is over. You caught me. Thanks to the cops and the well-wishers. You are now shouting at me. You are still shouting at me. You take a break when we get there. Enjoy the evening. Mingle. Parade me like a trophy. Your friends like what you’ve done. My friends don’t. Clock strikes twelve. No Cinderella-type antics. I look down. I’m still wearing your happiness. My sadness.

Come on now who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you
think you are, ha ha ha, bless your soul
you really think you're in control

We are on our way home. You continue with the shouting. I look at you and I smile. They told me you were the captain wherever you went. You said and it was done. You still say and I do. Will continue doing. Until the day I look below the sadness and see them there, hanging like lazy sacks. They also told you about me. They said I couldn’t be changed. But you proved them wrong. They also told you I was a pretender. They said he’d do what you want but he’d rebel. You laughed.

well
I think you're Crazy
I think you're Crazy
I think you're Crazy
Just like me

Yes you are. But I won’t clothe you in sadness. I won’t clothe you in my happiness. I don’t picture you walking around feeling sad and looking happy. I picture you looking and feeling sad. Coz you’re not like me. You can’t look one way and feel another.

My heroes had the heart to put their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinkin' I wanna be like them.

Levi and Lee worked hard. They laboured. They sweated. Until finally their break came. Rivets to hold it together. That was the day happiness was born. I’m now working hard. I’m now labouring. And finally I will get my break. My happiness will be reborn. And I’ll be wearing the happiness created by those two. I’ll be wearing my happiness.

But maybe I'm Crazy
Maybe you're Crazy
Maybe we're Crazy
Probably

Maybe I don’t like what I’m becoming. No, I know I don’t like what I’m becoming. What makes me sad makes you happy. Maybe you like what I’m becoming. No, you like what you think I’m becoming. When we’re both happy we are both sad. Is there a common ground? Yes, the abode with them padded walls. Let’s meet there. Though you do know there’s nothing to discuss. Can you leave me be with my jeans torn and unlaundered and I’ll leave you be with your suits pressed and dry-cleaned.

Probably. Probably not.